Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back

CARRIE A few weeks later, I stood at the tall windows of my eleventh-floor office, the glass cool beneath my fingertips as I gazed out over the gray sprawl of downtown Chicago. It was immediately after lunch break. Below me, traffic inched along the rain-slicked streets in the usual tiny, predictable ways. Unlike my life. I couldn’t even find the right word to describe what I was going through. A storm had been gathering in my chest for two days, pressing down on my lungs like a weight I couldn’t shake off. My arms were crossed tightly, fingers digging into the soft sleeves of my navy-blue power suit. My nails bit into my skin, sharp little reminders that pain could sometimes help me think. I was at a crossroads. A dilemma that refused to solve itself. I turned and looked at the plastic folder lying open on my desk like a ticking bomb. I didn’t need to open it again, its contents were etched into my memory now. Pages of financial analysis, emails, internal memos. I had read t

CARRIE A few minutes later I sat in the conference room and said, “I want all the ad copy drafts in my inbox by the close of business tomorrow. I glanced up from my laptop and looked at the faces of my team members. “Melissa,” I continued while I looked back at my computer screen, “I need a revised version of the Langford pitch deck. Cut it down to ten slides, and make sure we open with their projected social impact. Not the numbers, they want sentiment first.” Melissa nodded, already typing furiously into her tablet. “Got it boss.” “And Joel,” I added, “you’ll coordinate with Hani on the influencer shortlist for Carmichael. I want a draft strategy plan before lunch break tomorrow. Names, numbers, and proposed campaign duration.” “Will do,” Joel replied, flipping to a fresh page in his notepad. His handwriting was a mess, but he always delivered. I turned slightly to face Tyler, who’d been quiet through most of the meeting. “Tyler, I’m trusting you with media buying projec

CARRIE The next day at noon, the boardroom felt like it was holding its breath.Shane had called the emergency meeting with barely an hour’s notice. The entire executive team was seated. I sat two seats from the end, bracing for a storm, knowing so well that Nathaniel would fight back at Shane, though he already knew I had shown Shane the report.Shane entered the room, calm and confident in a dark suit, no tie, eyes unreadable. Every gaze turned to him as he took his place at the head of the table.“Good afternoon,” he said, his voice cool and clipped. “I will go straight to the purpose of this meeting guys,” he looked around the table. “As of today, the proposed merger with SharpLens Media is officially canceled.”“What?” someone near the center whispered.Nathaniel let out a dry chuckle. “The merger is practically done. What do you mean canceled?”Shane didn’t blink, he repeated, “the deal is off. Effective immediately.”Nathaniel leaned forward, disbelief turning sharp. “We’ve be

SHANEI sat across from Liam in the semi-private booth at Firenze’s; one of the over-priced lounges we frequent. We had both cleared our calendars for this dinner mostly to iron out some details about our joint private joint business, but also, in my case, to distract myself.Liam poured himself a glass of the deep red Chianti he’d ordered, glanced at me, and smirked. “You look like crap bro, what is going on?”“Thanks,” I muttered, running a hand over my face. “You’re glowing, by the way. New moisturizer?”He laughed, leaned back against the leather booth, and said, “Jokes aside, what happened? You’ve got that hungover look in your eyes.”I grimaced. “Didn’t sleep well.”“Why?” he asked, swirling the wine. I didn’t answer. Instead, I picked up my own glass and took a slow sip, letting the burn distract me. “Let’s just talk business, that's why we are here.”But Liam had known me long enough not to be so easily diverted. “I guess it's the wife…since Cathy is not in town?”I raised a

SHANEShe set her head on my chest, our bodies pressed together as we tried to catch our breath. Then Cathy smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with lust. “I love you, Shane,” she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her softly. Before I knew it, Cathy’s hands were already moving lower, her fingers brushing against my semi-hard cock as she looked up at me with a wicked grin.“Round two?” she croaked, her voice dripping with promise.I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I kissed her again, and picked her up in my arms and headed to her bedroom to give her exactly what she wanted.Her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken with each step. Her lips curved into a sly smile, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body straight into mine. She didn’t say a word, but her gaze spoke volumes. When I placed her on the bed, she pushed me down with a firm hand, her strength surprising me even though I knew how